She's just beautiful. Beauty in its purest form. I'm captivated by her eyes, ever my favourite feature of hers, so dark and full of mischief. Black liner runs along her eyelids in a sharp point, her lashes stained black. A blush creeps across her cheeks when I don’t say anything and I can tell she is a little nervous. She's not dressed up this much before and the look in her eyes is begging me to say something. "I'm no better than all those other men, because I'd kneel at your feet for the rest of my fucking life."
